Yesterday was OscarCon, which was a lot of fun. I find that I almost never watch Serious Movies during the year, and just get them all out of the way at OscarCon annually. I like this system. It works. Bethany and I were the first to get there and the last to leave, because we are awesome.
The day before that was my graduation party, which was good times. Both my parents' families came, and they mingled for a while and then divided themselves into separate areas of the house, which I thought was funny. Bethany came, which was excellent and made me very happy. She hung out with me the whole time, and we mingled between families, which was not easy. I have a kind of suspicion that when my dad's family said, "Is this your friend?" they thought we were the lesbians, but I don't mind. I think it's funny.
But actually, I'm not here to tell you about either of those events. I am here to tell you about The Curious Incident of the Moth in the Night.
Friday night, the night before my graduation party, I stayed up late finishing getting my room cleaned and organized. It is now, incidentally, very pretty-- prettier than it has been in a good two years. Last night was the decorating phase, and then I put together a photo album whilst fast-forwarding through the stuff I'd taped during the school year, looking for things to show Bethany, who was in France. Finally, about 3:00 a.m., I went to bed.
But I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing this strange noise coming from the corners of my room. At first I thought it might be the house settling, but it was making different kinds of noises. Then I thought maybe my posters were falling down, but it was the wrong side of the room. Then I thought that maybe my cleaning had unleashed some time of spirit within my bedchamber, or that someone was trying to break in through my window, or something. Every time I would manage to convince myself that it was nothing, I'd hear it again. So finally, I turned on my light.
Now, it was about 3:15, 3:30 in the morning by now, and I'd been fast-forwarding through How I Met Your Mother, so the first thought that came into my head when I saw something dark flying around my room was, "AAAAAAHHHHH! IT'S THE COCKAMOUSE!" But, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a gigantic moth.
Okay, maybe it wasn't gigantic. But it definitely wasn't tiny, either. I don't know how or when it came into my room, but what I had on my hands was one very medium-sized moth, and if I let it be, it would continue to keep me awake, so something had to be done. But it was also big enough that I didn't want to kill it, because that would be gross and also kind of mean. So I opened my door a little bit in the hope that it would fly out. I couldn't open the door all the way, because that would wake up my parents. Of course, if I did happen to wake them up, I wouldn't be too vexed, because all I would have to do would be to say, "Lookit! Moth!" and they would understand. Unfortunately, the moth failed to be so accomadating as to fly right out the door, so I resolved to catch it and release it into the hallway, where it could bother other people who weren't me, and in any case probably wouldn't notice it because they were all asleep.
Thus began an elaborate game of cat-and-mouse. Every time I would get close to the moth and startle it into flight, it would promptly fly into my face, and I would run away. This continued for longer that I would have liked it to, before the moth finally flew at me and, when I looked around, had disappeared. I was afraid it was somewhere about my person, so I took off my pajama pants and shook them out, and then I went all through my hair, 'cause I have a LOT of hair right now, y'all, and it seemed like a good hiding place for a moth. I did not find the moth, but I did find a humongous knot I had to get out before going to bed.
I finally concluded that the moth had flown between my legs and out the door. Or at least I hope so... because if not, it could still be in here somewhere.... waiting...
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
30 June 2008
In which Edgar Allen Poe fails to appear
So this weekend Katherine Langdon was in town on account of being temporarily kicked out of her bed and breakfast. Being a complete idiot, I forgot she was coming until she called from Akron. Kat wanted to go and see a movie screening of The Black Cat, and an Edgar Allen Poe impersonator give a presentation afterwards, in Ashland. I was going to go with her (Saralyn had work), but right before we were going to leave, Alexa called me and reminded me that I was going to hang out with her that evening (I should probably get a datebook). So we decided to all three go see Poe together. Of course Kat and I had to wait for Alexa and realized we were going to miss the movie, so we read The Black Cat out loud to one another.
On the drive to Ashland, however, everything went wrong. We took the wrong exit out of Wooster right off the bat and got all the way to another town before we realized it. Then we couldn't navigate the town itself (You'd think small towns would be easier to navigate, but when they're really small you don't have time to read the map before you're already on your way out of town. Also I like it when things are laid out in grids.) Then we found the park but couldn't find the band shell. Finally, half an hour after the show started, we discovered the band shell, and it was completely empty. Apparently the whole thing was moved to the high school, on the other side of town (approximately a block away). So at that point we just decided to go to Friendly's and cut our losses.
It would have been awesome if Edgar Allen Poe had walked into Friendly's, but that didn't happen. There were three Harleys parked in front of Friendly's, which I thought was kind of funny. Not exactly a gritty biker gang kind of place. I pictured three Hell's Angels types sitting there eating those ice creams with the clown face.
So that was my exciting evening of not seeing Edgar Allen Poe. In retrospect, not that blogworthy, but on the other hand, it's June 30th.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
On the drive to Ashland, however, everything went wrong. We took the wrong exit out of Wooster right off the bat and got all the way to another town before we realized it. Then we couldn't navigate the town itself (You'd think small towns would be easier to navigate, but when they're really small you don't have time to read the map before you're already on your way out of town. Also I like it when things are laid out in grids.) Then we found the park but couldn't find the band shell. Finally, half an hour after the show started, we discovered the band shell, and it was completely empty. Apparently the whole thing was moved to the high school, on the other side of town (approximately a block away). So at that point we just decided to go to Friendly's and cut our losses.
It would have been awesome if Edgar Allen Poe had walked into Friendly's, but that didn't happen. There were three Harleys parked in front of Friendly's, which I thought was kind of funny. Not exactly a gritty biker gang kind of place. I pictured three Hell's Angels types sitting there eating those ice creams with the clown face.
So that was my exciting evening of not seeing Edgar Allen Poe. In retrospect, not that blogworthy, but on the other hand, it's June 30th.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
21 June 2008
In the Forest of Adventure, Nyneve of the Lake wandered restlessly.
What shall I say about my summer so far?
Well, a couple of days after graduation, I went to the Chicago area to job train with Angela for my summer job, which is basically updating the directory of a hotel trade magazine. It's easy and it's mindless, so I listen to music while I do it to keep myself from tearing apart the furniture out of boredom. Angela is really nice, and she was fun to hang out with. It was one of the rare times when she's hardly working at all (usually she's working ALL THE LIVE-LONG DAY), so we got to watch a couple of movies and talk and listen to music. The actual job training took about two hours, but I was there for a couple of days, so. You do the math. She took me out to eat and to a couple of the "sights" of her little town. One of them was a locally-owned convenience store which had live bait and was about 80% liquor. The other was a really adorable little candy shop that had all kinds of old- fashioned candy and fun novelty items. We laughed at them and bought a few things, because I think it's one of those places where you can't not buy something once you go in. We spent a lot of time looking for appropriate greeting cards for some friends of hers and rolling our eyes and the horrible cards available in the world. Then, on the last day, Angela had to get her Mac fixed, so we went to the mall in Schaumburg, which is something like the fifth-largest mall in the country. It was pretty impressively huge, and all of the levels were connected at different points with ramps like something out of sci fi. While Angela was at the genius bar marveling at the mandated lack of personality in its employees, I looked at all of the Mac stuff-- the really big monitors, the really small laptops, the iPhones, the iPods... I sat down at the kids' station and tried to figure out how to play Lego Star Wars, but all I succeeded in doing was making Princess Leia jump onto a table. I also learned that you are not supposed to fall into the bottomless pit.
I took the train home, and it ran late again, as they always do, but not so late as the last time I made that trip and we got stuck behind cows. Unfortunately, it was crowded, so I had to sit next to this woman who made (and I am not even kidding) about 20 phone calls complaining to various people about the delay. I remember it almost verbatim: "No, I'm not home yet. I was supposed to be home yesterday, but we missed the train. Yes, I don't know, they held this train for twenty minutes for some people whose train was late, even though they didn't do that last night for us, and we were only ten minutes late. They put us in a hotel for the night in Chicago. I don't know this train is going really slow, I don't know when I'll be home. Let's just say I'll go back to flying from now on." A lot of the time I kept headphones in. For about an hour and a half I finished a recap.
Last weekend I got up soooo eeeearrrrrllllyyyyy to go to the LN rummage sale, where I got furniture for my new apartment-- a rocking chair, a bookshelf, and two endtables, and then we went to Goodwill and got a desk. I got all of that for only $50, and it's pretty nice furniture. It makes me feel very grown up to have my own furniture for my apartment. Especially the endtables. There's something very "adult" about endtables. I cleaned it all off, and it's now sitting in the middle of the living room, because there is nowhere else to put it. Hooray! After that, Mom and I went to the Talbot Street Art Fair downtown, and then Michael came over and we watched How I Met Your Mother.
This week, Bethany finally came home from France, where she'd been since January. I'm so, so happy she's here, and I've already hung out with her twice even though she's only been back about four days.
My graduation party is next weekend, and... I don't know. Bethany is the only one of my friends who can come, as everyone else is either out of state or otherwise engaged. The rest will just be family. And my dad keeps complaining and whining about it because he has to work that day and the next, even though that's true of every single weekend for the rest of the summer, so what're we supposed to do? I don't think he really wants to have the party at all. But my mom's already put work into it, so it's happening, and I'm glad. Canceling my party would be a little too second-grade-birthday-party for me. Even if the family do end up thinking I'm sad and have no friends.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
Well, a couple of days after graduation, I went to the Chicago area to job train with Angela for my summer job, which is basically updating the directory of a hotel trade magazine. It's easy and it's mindless, so I listen to music while I do it to keep myself from tearing apart the furniture out of boredom. Angela is really nice, and she was fun to hang out with. It was one of the rare times when she's hardly working at all (usually she's working ALL THE LIVE-LONG DAY), so we got to watch a couple of movies and talk and listen to music. The actual job training took about two hours, but I was there for a couple of days, so. You do the math. She took me out to eat and to a couple of the "sights" of her little town. One of them was a locally-owned convenience store which had live bait and was about 80% liquor. The other was a really adorable little candy shop that had all kinds of old- fashioned candy and fun novelty items. We laughed at them and bought a few things, because I think it's one of those places where you can't not buy something once you go in. We spent a lot of time looking for appropriate greeting cards for some friends of hers and rolling our eyes and the horrible cards available in the world. Then, on the last day, Angela had to get her Mac fixed, so we went to the mall in Schaumburg, which is something like the fifth-largest mall in the country. It was pretty impressively huge, and all of the levels were connected at different points with ramps like something out of sci fi. While Angela was at the genius bar marveling at the mandated lack of personality in its employees, I looked at all of the Mac stuff-- the really big monitors, the really small laptops, the iPhones, the iPods... I sat down at the kids' station and tried to figure out how to play Lego Star Wars, but all I succeeded in doing was making Princess Leia jump onto a table. I also learned that you are not supposed to fall into the bottomless pit.
I took the train home, and it ran late again, as they always do, but not so late as the last time I made that trip and we got stuck behind cows. Unfortunately, it was crowded, so I had to sit next to this woman who made (and I am not even kidding) about 20 phone calls complaining to various people about the delay. I remember it almost verbatim: "No, I'm not home yet. I was supposed to be home yesterday, but we missed the train. Yes, I don't know, they held this train for twenty minutes for some people whose train was late, even though they didn't do that last night for us, and we were only ten minutes late. They put us in a hotel for the night in Chicago. I don't know this train is going really slow, I don't know when I'll be home. Let's just say I'll go back to flying from now on." A lot of the time I kept headphones in. For about an hour and a half I finished a recap.
Last weekend I got up soooo eeeearrrrrllllyyyyy to go to the LN rummage sale, where I got furniture for my new apartment-- a rocking chair, a bookshelf, and two endtables, and then we went to Goodwill and got a desk. I got all of that for only $50, and it's pretty nice furniture. It makes me feel very grown up to have my own furniture for my apartment. Especially the endtables. There's something very "adult" about endtables. I cleaned it all off, and it's now sitting in the middle of the living room, because there is nowhere else to put it. Hooray! After that, Mom and I went to the Talbot Street Art Fair downtown, and then Michael came over and we watched How I Met Your Mother.
This week, Bethany finally came home from France, where she'd been since January. I'm so, so happy she's here, and I've already hung out with her twice even though she's only been back about four days.
My graduation party is next weekend, and... I don't know. Bethany is the only one of my friends who can come, as everyone else is either out of state or otherwise engaged. The rest will just be family. And my dad keeps complaining and whining about it because he has to work that day and the next, even though that's true of every single weekend for the rest of the summer, so what're we supposed to do? I don't think he really wants to have the party at all. But my mom's already put work into it, so it's happening, and I'm glad. Canceling my party would be a little too second-grade-birthday-party for me. Even if the family do end up thinking I'm sad and have no friends.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
20 June 2008
Nathan Comstock and the Unexpected Inebriation
Ok, so I'm a little more coherent now. I got drunk for the first time last night - it was entirely not intentional. See, Stephen Daigle, the artistic director, invited the whole crew to his apartment for dinner. Since I knew I'd be eating a lot, and I didn't have much time anyway, I decided not to eat on my dinner break. What I failed to take into account is just how little it takes to get a 130 pound guy with an empty stomach drunk - answer: a glass and a half of wine. I didn't actually realize I was drunk until Josh pointed it out to me. I was like "So that's why the room is bobbing back and forth. Huh." Anyhow, I can't say I liked it much. I kept thinking I was going to fall down. I sobered up after about an hour or so when the food started to kick in, and I didn't do anything really stupid or throw up during the intervening time, plus I remember it all, so I obviously was only slightly drunk. But more than tipsy. Word has it I was drunk enough to be singing, but sober enough to be on key. And that was my first time getting drunk. It wasn't the big extravaganza I wanted it to be, but then, I didn't really plan it. I woke up at the regular time, and - actually have a little headache, but I think it's probably unrelated. All in all, it could have been much worse.
By the way, my new title scheme is in Harry Potter/Horatio Hornblower style. Hopefully that will work out ok in the end.
I'm trying to grow a moustache. I'm fully aware it will probably look silly, and I'm not really sure why I'm still doing it. I think it might honestly just be to annoy my girlfriend. We've been tweaking one another in little ways like that for most of our relationship, As soon as I see what it looks like really grown in, I'll probably shave it. Unless it ends up looking awesome. Then it stays.
Oklahoma opens tonight, after which things basically start opening left and right for the next week. After that week I expect they'll be a bit of a lull, during which I can hopefully buy groceries, because I'm seriously running out of food. I had to throw away my cheese. I was sad. From now on, cheese will be stored in the big fridge downstairs, to keep these things from happening.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
By the way, my new title scheme is in Harry Potter/Horatio Hornblower style. Hopefully that will work out ok in the end.
I'm trying to grow a moustache. I'm fully aware it will probably look silly, and I'm not really sure why I'm still doing it. I think it might honestly just be to annoy my girlfriend. We've been tweaking one another in little ways like that for most of our relationship, As soon as I see what it looks like really grown in, I'll probably shave it. Unless it ends up looking awesome. Then it stays.
Oklahoma opens tonight, after which things basically start opening left and right for the next week. After that week I expect they'll be a bit of a lull, during which I can hopefully buy groceries, because I'm seriously running out of food. I had to throw away my cheese. I was sad. From now on, cheese will be stored in the big fridge downstairs, to keep these things from happening.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
19 June 2008
Ducks?
what? | 2 (18%) |
Thanks. | 5 (45%) |
Ducks? | 1 (9%) |
this is what happens when marten makes the poll, isn't it? | 3 (27%) |
Votes so far: 11
Poll closed
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
17 June 2008
Brain muddled urble gurble snurble
I haven't had much time to post lately. I blame this on the fact that I've been working a lot of 12 hour days. But I'm going to get a lot of overtime, so it's ok. I guess this is what happens when you realize you have a show opening in a week that you literally haven't started. But I'm sure we'll be fine. Still, I'm a little stressed and a little brain-addled.I also don't have too much to blog about that isn't work. I'm worried that my boss doesn't trust me. She leaves everyone else with a lot more responsibility. I do have a lot less experience than my coworkers, but I am capable of making decisions and working independently. Other than that, it's not bad though. And I am making a lot of money.
I am having trouble deciding with whom to spend my rare free time. I want to spend time with Kylie, but I also want to play video games with Jared and Chalkey and hang out with Jonah and Marten. I have dinner and lunch breaks, but they're usually an hour or less. I bring Chalkey fruit after lunch every day so he doesn't get scurvy, and I get to see him then. If I get off work at nine, I tend to go see Kylie, but if I get off at eleven she's in bed already. I can't think coherently enough to post now. I'll post more when I can.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
I am having trouble deciding with whom to spend my rare free time. I want to spend time with Kylie, but I also want to play video games with Jared and Chalkey and hang out with Jonah and Marten. I have dinner and lunch breaks, but they're usually an hour or less. I bring Chalkey fruit after lunch every day so he doesn't get scurvy, and I get to see him then. If I get off work at nine, I tend to go see Kylie, but if I get off at eleven she's in bed already. I can't think coherently enough to post now. I'll post more when I can.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
16 June 2008
In which Marten is right about the posting
So here is Jonah Comstock. This week is the perfect time for me to blog, since Saralyn is out of town for a week on some sort of Alaskan cruise, and I have a lot of time to myself. I'm planning to spend the week finally getting back to writing, though I mostly spent the weekend hanging out with various people. I got to do some more hob-nobbing at the OLO Patron's Night and I drove to Canton with six people in a five person car with no purpose other than to go to Steak 'n' Shake. Back home, Steak 'n' Shake is what you do when you're not doing anything. In Wooster, Steak 'n' Shake is the major outing of the weekend. I am not living in Ohio when I leave college. I also got to watch Marten swordfight with a 30-something professor.
I've been watching a lot of Gilmore Girls since I bought season 2 and I still love this show. I don't care what anyone says. I'm thinking about doing Gilmore Girls quotes for my title scheme. Interestingly enough, the second time around I find myself rooting for Jess, whereas last time I was all for Dean. I wonder if this makes me more or less cynical then the first time I watched this season, or if it has more to do with the fact that I skipped the very pro-Dean first season this time around, so it was like seeing it from Jess's perspective.
So I just found out something rather depressing. For the last 10 years, Pocket Books has been releasing a yearly short story anthology called "Strange New Worlds." It's basically a collection of legitimized, published Star Trek fan fiction. There was a grand prize for the winner, money, and a number of authors went on to get regular gigs writing Star Trek novels for Pocket Books. And these came out for 10 years, and then stopped right before I was old enough to submit. Apparently there will not be a volume 11. Honestly I can't say that submitting to this thing was a childhood dream or anything, but I had hoped I'd at least get a chance. And the worst part is I can't figure out why they discontinued it. Sales I guess, or they figured 10 was a good, round number.
The fact is I had kinda hoped this would be the kick in the pants I needed to get me out of this non-writing slump I've been in. I've gotten so used to writing for class, I haven't been all about the self-motivation. Oh well. I think I just have to stop wallowing and write. Well, Merry Blogging to All and to All a Good Blog!
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
I've been watching a lot of Gilmore Girls since I bought season 2 and I still love this show. I don't care what anyone says. I'm thinking about doing Gilmore Girls quotes for my title scheme. Interestingly enough, the second time around I find myself rooting for Jess, whereas last time I was all for Dean. I wonder if this makes me more or less cynical then the first time I watched this season, or if it has more to do with the fact that I skipped the very pro-Dean first season this time around, so it was like seeing it from Jess's perspective.
So I just found out something rather depressing. For the last 10 years, Pocket Books has been releasing a yearly short story anthology called "Strange New Worlds." It's basically a collection of legitimized, published Star Trek fan fiction. There was a grand prize for the winner, money, and a number of authors went on to get regular gigs writing Star Trek novels for Pocket Books. And these came out for 10 years, and then stopped right before I was old enough to submit. Apparently there will not be a volume 11. Honestly I can't say that submitting to this thing was a childhood dream or anything, but I had hoped I'd at least get a chance. And the worst part is I can't figure out why they discontinued it. Sales I guess, or they figured 10 was a good, round number.
The fact is I had kinda hoped this would be the kick in the pants I needed to get me out of this non-writing slump I've been in. I've gotten so used to writing for class, I haven't been all about the self-motivation. Oh well. I think I just have to stop wallowing and write. Well, Merry Blogging to All and to All a Good Blog!
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
15 June 2008
Ma'am... I'm afraid that I'm the bearer of some bad news.... Your husband is a hat.
So we're about half way through June and I've the only one who's posted so far? That's... odd. I even made the new poll. It's getting awfully lonely on the blog. How's the job, Michael? Harder to post a lot now that you're working, isn't it? How are all the props, Nathan? Pokemon team coming along nicely? Jonah, how many tickets are left? Enjoy the little party last night? How about you, Erin? How's recapping treating you?
Me, I broke up with Gen a couple days ago. Didn't feel to good about it, and neither did she, but I suppose that is to be expected. Just my classic reasons combined with some new ones, I won't go into the introspective details. I was scared she would do something terrible to me, or at least never speak to me again, which would be particularly difficult considering our living conditions next year, i.e. in the same housing program and, if I recall correctly, a Shakespeare class. She sent me an email, though, that quelled my fears of an indefinite grudge.
We had our preview of The Cabaret Girl last night. I think it went fairly well, despite an injury sustained by one of the principles. She didn't hurt herself tonight, she was already injured. Pulled her hamstrings or something by doing the splits wrong for a different show, it was scary watching her walk by herself. We added a bit that let two guys help her down the stairs in her last number, and she has a cane for most of the show now, but it's still scary. She's awesome, though, has a good idea of what she can and can't do. She is our dance captain, so we'll see how that affects the next few shows.
I'm ready to open Oklahoma, and I wish it were Friday so we could do just that. I'm ready for audiences instead of silent seats. Well, to be honest, I wish it were next Tuesday so we were opening Mikado, because that is a really fun show. I know Erin is coming out here some how, Michael, you should find a way, too. It would be a lot of fun to have you out here in our *cornfield.
*not actually admitting it's a cornfield, merely making reference
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
Me, I broke up with Gen a couple days ago. Didn't feel to good about it, and neither did she, but I suppose that is to be expected. Just my classic reasons combined with some new ones, I won't go into the introspective details. I was scared she would do something terrible to me, or at least never speak to me again, which would be particularly difficult considering our living conditions next year, i.e. in the same housing program and, if I recall correctly, a Shakespeare class. She sent me an email, though, that quelled my fears of an indefinite grudge.
We had our preview of The Cabaret Girl last night. I think it went fairly well, despite an injury sustained by one of the principles. She didn't hurt herself tonight, she was already injured. Pulled her hamstrings or something by doing the splits wrong for a different show, it was scary watching her walk by herself. We added a bit that let two guys help her down the stairs in her last number, and she has a cane for most of the show now, but it's still scary. She's awesome, though, has a good idea of what she can and can't do. She is our dance captain, so we'll see how that affects the next few shows.
I'm ready to open Oklahoma, and I wish it were Friday so we could do just that. I'm ready for audiences instead of silent seats. Well, to be honest, I wish it were next Tuesday so we were opening Mikado, because that is a really fun show. I know Erin is coming out here some how, Michael, you should find a way, too. It would be a lot of fun to have you out here in our *cornfield.
*not actually admitting it's a cornfield, merely making reference
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
06 June 2008
In which this post doesn't really count.
Attention Bloggers: Dwight has signed on for Transformers 2. That is all.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
04 June 2008
Whose turn is it to update the poll?
Michael. It's always Michael's job. | 6 (54%) | ||||||
Marten. He's never done it | 2 (18%) | ||||||
Erin. She hasn't done it in a while. | 0 (0%) | ||||||
Nathan. We like questions about video games. | 0 (0%) | ||||||
All I know is it CERTAINLY can't be Jonah, because he did the last poll (and a damn pretty one at that) and no one's supposed to do it twice in a row. | 3 (27%) |
Votes so far: 11
Poll closed
03 June 2008
PUPPETS CANNAE EVEN EAT PIE!
It is June! And it is Raining! And I shall post!
Only I've had that sitting there since 5 when I got sidetracked and watched Ocean's Eleven instead of looking over the music we sang through tonight. We have started work on The Cabaret Girl. Apparently it's never been performed in the U.S. Also, it's the company's hundredth title, so it's kind of nifty. At first I found it annoying, but now that I've actually been through the thing in its entirety, I find it highly amusing. Here's the OLO synopsis:
Marilynn Morgan, a chorus girl, comes to the shop of music publishers Gripps and Gravvins to audition for the cabaret that the firm is staging. She is sought in marriage by James Paradene, whose father has willed him a fortune, provided that his choice of bride meets with the approval--and it certainly doesn't-- of his aunt, the Marchioness. As part of a concocted scheme to impress her, Gripps borrows Gravvins' estate and invites all the neighboring elite to a swank party for James and Marilynn. When it is discovered that all the neighbors are out of town, Gripps rushes to enlist his cabaret troupe to impersonate the local notables. Gripps himself impersonates the vicar; the entire hoax is exposed only when the real vicar appears. It remains for Marilynn's Hawaiian routine at the cabaret to convince the Marchioness that she and James are indeed meant for each other.
It's full of classic repetition comedy and terribly amusing accents; unfortunately, I'm not included in either. I do get to sing a song about how marvelous a certain town is. The sing through, however, was mostly spent with me wishing I had a more interesting part in it and playing with a rubik's cube. I'm kind of worried about the impression I'm giving to my employers, though. I give what I have when I'm actually performing and rehearsing, but I kind of do my own thing instead of following along when other people are. It's hard to figure out what's normal here because nothing is really normal about Ohio Light Opera. They've reiterated several times that this company functions in a completely different way than other companies, so I'm hoping however I handle it works for them.
I've been hearing talk of some people not getting all the hours they actually worked on their time cards. I'm still not going to keep track, because I am sure that these people simply didn't keep track the right way, or something, and I'm still going to get paid plenty more than what I would have otherwise.
I wore my pirate hat today because I had no other way to keep my head dry. It turned heads. I still do that sometimes. I wonder if it could be a bad thing. This attention is annoying sometimes, and I'm only ever silly for practical reasons anymore.
I have long since forgotten whatever I was going to talk about that would have made puppets, pie, or the former's inability to eat the latter relevant to my post.
\/5:35? Lies!
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
Only I've had that sitting there since 5 when I got sidetracked and watched Ocean's Eleven instead of looking over the music we sang through tonight. We have started work on The Cabaret Girl. Apparently it's never been performed in the U.S. Also, it's the company's hundredth title, so it's kind of nifty. At first I found it annoying, but now that I've actually been through the thing in its entirety, I find it highly amusing. Here's the OLO synopsis:
Marilynn Morgan, a chorus girl, comes to the shop of music publishers Gripps and Gravvins to audition for the cabaret that the firm is staging. She is sought in marriage by James Paradene, whose father has willed him a fortune, provided that his choice of bride meets with the approval--and it certainly doesn't-- of his aunt, the Marchioness. As part of a concocted scheme to impress her, Gripps borrows Gravvins' estate and invites all the neighboring elite to a swank party for James and Marilynn. When it is discovered that all the neighbors are out of town, Gripps rushes to enlist his cabaret troupe to impersonate the local notables. Gripps himself impersonates the vicar; the entire hoax is exposed only when the real vicar appears. It remains for Marilynn's Hawaiian routine at the cabaret to convince the Marchioness that she and James are indeed meant for each other.
It's full of classic repetition comedy and terribly amusing accents; unfortunately, I'm not included in either. I do get to sing a song about how marvelous a certain town is. The sing through, however, was mostly spent with me wishing I had a more interesting part in it and playing with a rubik's cube. I'm kind of worried about the impression I'm giving to my employers, though. I give what I have when I'm actually performing and rehearsing, but I kind of do my own thing instead of following along when other people are. It's hard to figure out what's normal here because nothing is really normal about Ohio Light Opera. They've reiterated several times that this company functions in a completely different way than other companies, so I'm hoping however I handle it works for them.
I've been hearing talk of some people not getting all the hours they actually worked on their time cards. I'm still not going to keep track, because I am sure that these people simply didn't keep track the right way, or something, and I'm still going to get paid plenty more than what I would have otherwise.
I wore my pirate hat today because I had no other way to keep my head dry. It turned heads. I still do that sometimes. I wonder if it could be a bad thing. This attention is annoying sometimes, and I'm only ever silly for practical reasons anymore.
I have long since forgotten whatever I was going to talk about that would have made puppets, pie, or the former's inability to eat the latter relevant to my post.
\/5:35? Lies!
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
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